DeathSex
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Watched grandpa dying, held his hand, spoke softly to him, stroked his head, laid his hand on mine, opened myself up. Granny and I sat on either side of him, hours passed, my arm across his body. I watched him blinking, softly convulsing I moved gently to and fro, back and forth between voyerism and intimacy. Sometimes he shuddered and moaned and shook in in a way that seemed like a quiet passionless orgasm, I may have been intensely avoiding her gaze.
While thinking about how to try to talk to my brother�s two year old daughter about his death I found or constructed a sense of the power of love to connect me with other people in other dimensions, other space and times.
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